Erotic Story – Dirty Detention with Teacher

This class is boring me, this whole school is boring me. This year is apparently important because I’m taking my GCSE exams in May. I look around the room and I see a range of people texting on their phones or staring deeply at the teacher as if they’re completely mesmerised by his voice.

What it is like every day in my English lesson

In this school, you’re either at one extreme end of the spectrum or the other, the group who wants to excel in their studies or the clique who wants to live life in the moment. If you ask me where I stand, well, I’m somewhere in the middle I guess. I can try to surpass other students if I want to, but I’m just not enthusiastic about these classes. They constantly talk about the same bullshit that I’ve already read 2 years ago. You can call me egotistical if you want, but I believe I can outdo every single student in this goddamn school.

Mr. Fox. He’s my English teacher and at the moment, he is failing to enlighten me about the themes raised in Shakespeare’s play ‘The Tempest’. He’s annoying as hell and he always tries to turn his lessons into seminars, but they just end up being Sunday church school lessons where he would preach the ten commandments of language and literature. He looks a little bit like a dictator, though, with his dark grey shirt, black tie, fitted tailor trousers, and glossy shoes. I’m not sure if I am getting the word dictator mixed up with dominant master…

A dirty thought crossed my mind

I open the front door of my house where I stumble a little through the hallway, I didn’t want to eat anything in the cafeteria so I’ve had an empty stomach since 11 am. You may call me snobby, but I hate the food at my school. After I did some independent research on diet and nutrition, I know about all of the preservatives that are packaged in the freezers at the back of the kitchen. No wonder the public is suffering from malnutrition. My mother walked into the hallway and stares at me.

“You look pale.”

“I’m fine.”

“Why is your skirt above your knees?”

I look down at my legs and notice that the rim of my school skirt was very high. I’m not particularly worried about it, I always wear over-the-knee socks anyway so It’s not like I’m freezing to death.

“There’s nothing wrong with it.”

“Pull it down the next time you go to school, you don’t want a teacher to look at your pants when you bend over.”

For some reason, I start to think about Mr. Fox. A weird thought enters my mind where I drop my copy of ‘1984’ by George Orwell, and I bend over from the waist down to subtly show my white lace knickers. I imagine him sitting down near his desk and watches me, his eyes and legs are wide open where a bulge begins to grow in between his thighs. As I immerse myself into this fictional scenario, I think to myself “Am I starting to grow an attraction towards my English teacher?”

Challenging Mr. Fox

A couple of days have gone by and I’m stuck in my literature lesson once again, where I’m wearing my skirt a little higher than usual. Today I can’t stop looking at Mr. Fox, I’m not paying attention to what he is saying, I’m just gazing at his glossy black hair and his soft lips. Why am I suddenly becoming attracted to him? I think he’s an asshole. I’m doodling in my notepad until he begins to speak.

“Right, as we’ve finished ‘The Tempest’ we’re now moving on to another Shakespeare play which will be a vital part to your literature module. We’re going to be looking at ‘The Taming of the Shrew.”

‘The Taming of the Shrew’? That is just perfect! Why couldn’t we do ‘Macbeth’ or ‘The Duchess of Malfi’ instead?

After reading the first scene from Act 1, the teacher initiates another discussion amongst the class.

“Sasha, what are your first thoughts about Katherine?”

“I think she is very independent. She is emancipated from all the regulations that society set up in that era, and she chose not to follow that criteria.”

“But society didn’t see it that way, back then women weren’t seen fit enough to do jobs or take care of themselves that is why most of them would follow the social criteria that’s set up for them, so they could be married.”

“This is the stupid notion that is happening even today. Men would find a loud, intelligent woman intimidating to marry so they would often find girls who are quiet enough to be trophy wives.”

I’m starting to lose my cool, and everyone is turning their heads around to stare at me. Mr. Fox doesn’t look pleased with me at all, but I’ve already dug a hole that’s too deep for me to climb out, so I thought ‘Fuck it.’

“It’s true! Can you not see it? In the text, Bianca tells her Father that will continue to study until she gets engaged, after that it would be deemed unfit for her to be in any further education.”

“Did you even read the text properly, Sasha?”

Oh shit, I’m digging further and further down the hole. If I continue longer I might fall into Wonderland, but I can’t seem to shut up.

“I wouldn’t be surprised if Katherine’s future husband would tie her up and spank her into silence.”

Where the fuck did I get that idea? At this moment, I am in the deep end, and I know that I have said something that will make everyone think that I’m some kind of weirdo. Mr. Fox takes a long pause before he replies.

“Sasha, you’re staying behind after school in detention. I won’t accept that kind of talk in this lesson. Now, if you’re done, we’ll continue reading the text.”

My face is flustering and I push my legs together firmly. I am furious about the fact that I am being punished for speaking my mind. I wish my Mother put me through home-schooling rather than wasting 6 hours every day in this shithole.

Bad girls get punished

It’s 3.15 pm and I am ending a painful phone call where my Mother was shouting at me. I’m thinking that people would like to glue my lips shut at the moment.

I return to Mr. Fox’s classroom where he isn’t anywhere to be found. I stand in the hallway where my skirt begins to rise too high, so I tug on the fabric with my left hand to pull it down as much as I can. I hear the door opening and then there was a sudden silence in the room, I turn around and saw Mr. Fox standing at the entrance with his papers. Was he observing me pulling my skirt down? Did he get a glimpse of my white knickers?

“Sit down, Sasha.”

I place myself on a table close to the whiteboard while he drops his papers on his desk.

“Take out ‘The Taming of the Shrew and read through Act 1, Scene 1 again.”

Is he fucking kidding me?!

“What good will come out of this? You know my thoughts on the story and I’m not going to change my opinion on it.”

“The problem with you, Sasha, is that you’ve already fixated an opinion on a particular piece without reading or analysing the whole text.”

“I already know about the ending and I know that Katherine becomes exactly like Bianca. She gets whipped by Petruchio where he manipulates her into the kind of woman she despises.”

“Sasha, I really do admire your passion for discussions like this, but you only cherry pick subjects that fit YOUR criteria, and you turn a blind eye on everything else.”

There is an awkward silence that fills the room for a couple of moments. My teacher sighs before he walks over to the door again and locks it from the inside before returning to my table.

“To be honest, I didn’t put you in detention because of your opinions, I asked you to stay behind because of the dirty filth you spat out of your mouth, I do not tolerate that.”

I don’t know why, but I’m feeling something tingling inside me when he mentioned the words ‘dirty’, ‘filth’ and ‘spat’. I know what kind of girl I am, I challenge a lot of people, even adults who are twice my age. I sometimes feel like I’m born in the wrong generation and I should have been an advocate back in the 1980s. Like any girl who is going through puberty or is coming of age, I can’t help but swivel around and spread my legs a little bit so my teacher could see through the crevice of my thighs, like Sharon Stone in ‘Basic Instinct’.

“Be careful, Sasha.”

“Be careful of what?”

I cheekily ask him as I notice something growing between his legs.

“Stand up.”

“What?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

I look at him with a face of confusion.

Mr. Fox opens the book to the page where I left off, and makes me walk across the table where I’m facing the chair.

“Now, bend over from the waist, place your forearms on the table and being to read aloud Act 1, Scene 2.”

“Er…what?”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Sasha.”

I’m a little scared at the tone of his voice, and I slowly bend over with my legs straight, thank God I’m flexible.

“Before you begin, if you want to stop, say ‘danger’.”

“Ok…”

“Begin.”

I look down on the page and begin to read out the text in it’s original archaic language.

“Verona, for a while I take my leave. To see my friends in Padua but of all my beloved and approved -”

I feel a sudden stinging pain on my ass cheek as a hand smacks against it. I gasp a little and turn around to stare at Mr. Fox.

“Did I say stop?”

It scares me and yet it turns me on, the way my teacher looks at me with a stern face. I turn my head back around and continue reading the text.

“…And approved friend, Hortensio. And I trow this is his house. Here, sirrah Grumio. Knock, I say – AH!”

I series of spanks start to crash down on me and I feel the hard touch of Mr. Fox’s palm. He lifts up my skirt and tugs on my underwear, revealing my crack as he rubs on the red area of my cheeks before grabbing them hard. I can feel something trickling from my pussy.

“Stay there.”

Mr. Fox quickly walks over to his drawers and takes out a roll of sellotape and a wooden ruler. He grabs me by the back of my collar and pulls my upper body away from the table to suck on my neck, he nibbles on my skin as he sneakily feels my perky breasts. There is a coat hanger near the whiteboard where he makes me walk towards, he forces me to lift my arms up and begins to tie my wrists together in tape. The teacher binds them to the coat hanger so I can’t escape even if I wanted to. This is really turning me on, I can feel the blood rushing from my head down to my clit as my nipples begin to show through my bra.

Mr. Fox stares at me for a couple of seconds before he invades my body with his hands. His palms are caressing my arms, face, waist, hips and thighs, and as he reaches up to my breasts again, he suddenly ripped my blouse apart and pulled up my bra so my tits are exposed.

“Don’t make a sound.”

He places his lips around my nipples and pushes his fingers hard against my clit. I’m trying hard to not let my tongue slip out, and I try to control myself by biting my bottom lip. He begins to rub my pussy harder and faster as he trails his tongue around my tits. I notice one of his hands begin to rummage on his desk to find that wooden ruler he retrieved from his drawer. He stops sucking on my nipples to look at me, he clutches onto my chin, and within a few seconds, he slaps my tits mildly with the ruler. I almost cry out, but my teacher covers my mouth with his palm, continuing to slap me on different places around my body.

“Are you getting wet, Sasha?”

He removes his palm from my lips.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

He slaps my cheek with his hand quite gently and I moan a little.

“Yes, Mr. Fox.”

“From now on, whenever we’re in sessions like this, you have to call me ‘Sir’, do you understand?”

He slaps me once more.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good girl.”

He pulls down my knickers and slips a couple of fingers inside me as I feel my juice dripping from my cunt. He stops for a moment to stand up and face me. My teacher is still fully clothed, but he begins to unzip his trousers and pull out his majestic manhood. I can’t help but stare at how massive it is. There is pre-cum drooling from his end I can feel the heat coming off it. Mr. Fox pinches my chin once more and stares right through me. He forcefully pushes his lips against mine and slides his tongue inside, before he lifts one of my legs up high and rubs his cock against my clit. I feel like my body would explode if he continues to touch it. I could cum from the motion of his throbbing shaft sliding against my slit, but he proceeds to thrust himself inside me, where I can hear a loud groan escaping his lips. My jaw is locked open and I can’t control my moaning anymore. I do have to say, this sex session is better than that pitiful fuck I’ve had with Darren in my Math class, he couldn’t even get it up properly.

His manhood rubs the inside of my pussy as he humps me against the white board, rubbing and slapping my tits at the same time.

“Does this turn you on? Is this why you’re wearing a mini skirt today?”

“Yes, sir…”

“You need to be taught a lesson in attitude.”

“Yes, sir…”

“Bad girls get punished, good girls get rewarded. Do you understand?”

“Y-Yes, sir…”

“One more thing…you’re not allowed to cum without my permission. Do you understand?”

“…Ah…Ah!”

“Say it!”

“Yes, sir!”

He notices that I’m getting close and that I can’t hold on for much longer.

“Look at me, Sasha. Look at me!”

He grasps my face once more.

“Please, sir, can I cum?”

“I can’t hear you.”

“Please, sir, can I cum?”

“I still can’t hear you.”

“Please, sir, can I cum?!”

I can see he’s about to climax too.

“You can cum…cum for me, cum for me!”

My voice breaks as I feel ecstasy surging through my body. My legs begin to spasm out of control and Mr. Fox pulled himself out to cum all over my tits and torso. We are both in one hot, sweaty mess. I’m still suspended from the coat hanger as my teacher takes out from his bag some tissues and wipes away the spunk that is painted on my body. We both dress ourselves back up and I look at him as I pull up my underwear.

“If you use foul language in my class again, you’ll receive a harder punishment. Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, I’ll see you tomorrow.”

I unlock the door and went straight out from the building. Of course, I’m not going to be obedient to Mr. Fox’s orders because I am a challenging girl, and I like to bring up debates with words that everyone else would be afraid to use. So, I think to myself about other possible discussions that would make my class go quiet again. Mr. Fox should make me wear a gag-ball.

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